A kiss. I saw the look in your eye
and I curse myself.
This was going to hurt.
Bulletproof, you can’t catch me.
For a second I pull away,
you draw me back, inescapable,
you draw me in, lift me up.
Escapism. I have no choice
but to continue. I’m right,
it hurts. Doubts disappear.
I find myself pining, words
spilling, mind brewing thoughts
I thought I could not think.
I imagine hearing you whisper that
you love me. World crumbles,
too afraid before to know what I knew.
Too afraid to stay, run before
I’m in too deep. Whispers of
I love you. Realisation hits,
uhoh, you caught me.
